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... can you save me from myself?	By : savysavestheday Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3589 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: ...can you save me from myself?
FANDOM: X-men
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{during the third movie}

RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: smut // violence // bad, bad language

{fluffy-lover? Don't bother.}

PAIRING: Rogue/Pyro, hints of Rogue/Bobby
STATUS: 2/3

SUMMARY: She could still back away. Gods, he wished she would � do it,
change your mind, get the fuck away from here, you fucking idiot - because if
she didn't... she'd regret it.

A/N: Well. I already posted the first part, can't go back now... It is
weird how much it annoys me that I can't remember what Rogue and Pyro were wearing
during that scene from where the fic starts ::grumpy::

{Anyway, I'll try and write the third, final part ASAP, I swear! Just
till I do, tell me what you think of this bit - I know, I know, so far there's
been NO action at all - don't flame me for that one cause I'll be really sad
and broken, meh... would it help if I promise I'll
make it up in the next part? It'll be full of action, I swear. Holy. And if it turns out I'm lying, as it sometimes does,
you can steal all of my best friend's DVD's, ok? I'm sure F would appreciate it
::snickers:: Seriously though, just didn't want to jump straight to the hot
action, not when there's so many little background details to share... mwuahaha!}

Still not beta-read.
Any betas volunteering? No? DAMN YOU PEOPLE ::cries::

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters, blah blah,
no money is being made, etc etc, don't sue me, yada yada.

PART 2

She felt numb, cold.

Somehow empty.

Whereas she should�ve been screaming from the top of her lungs she was�
silent.

Lifeless.

Was she in shock, maybe?

Yeah, it had to be that, the only reason good enough to answer his
unspoken question. Why else would she have let him drag her down the street
like she was some soulless puppet, a doll to be dressed up and played with?

Being what he was, thinking about playing made his smile grow into
vicious, but flirtatious. Indeed. There�d be some games, hell yeah, lots and
lots of those and not the flat, boring ones that you placed above coffee table
and played with a damned dice that always had to find its way under the ugly
flower patterned sofa. He�d never been one to enjoy such platonic games,
anyway.

(Although, to be exact and truthful, just the way he always was, this game could�ve been
placed and played on a table, too, right?)

Oh! If someone had seen his smirk right now, they would�ve said it was
like a little boy�s who�d been promised candy if he behaved.� In a way, it was pretty close� he had just
been thinking how there would probably be some dressing up, too, if he had his
way�

It was weird, though, even from his point of view. He hated it when she
fought him, refused to acknowledge what he already knew� no, she just had to
keep doing it, refusing to admit the obvious chemistry he knew damn well
existed between the two of them, the kind she�d never share with the fucking
iceman of hers. He didn�t have what it took. Passion needed fire, not ice.

But still, at the same time, he hated having this inanimate puppet lying
in his hands. This was not the Rogue he wanted to see and feel, feel her burn
him, from inside out. That Rogue didn�t take shit from anyone, least from him,
nor did she act like this� give up that fucking easy. Where was the challenge
in that, huh?

So it had to be the shock causing this. Shock and confusion together,
they were making her unable to function the way she normally would�ve if things
had been different. Normal. In her pretty
little head, she was probably trying to make sense of the situation and he
liked to assume she was failing miserably. It wasn't like it made sense to him
either, so naturally, she�d fail, too.

All he knew for sure was that it was her fault. Somehow.

He didn't care how hard his fingers dug into her forearm through the
soft fabric of her jacket as he lugged her forward. Knowing this, she didn't
even bother letting out a noise of any kind to be it known she was actually
hurting...� just like she knew it
wouldn�t have had any effect on him anyway if she had.� He didn�t have the energy to care whether he
was walking too fast for her or not, either, which didn't surprise her one bit.
He had never cared about such things in his life and well, it wasn't likely for
him to start any day soon.

So what if she stumbled every other second, almost falling down on her
face against the dirty cement? So what if her safety hung on his shoulders now,
huh? Of course he didn't care, why would he have? Besides, if anything, he
enjoyed himself; being the only one, the only thing there able to put an end to
it and keep her standing� if he wished so, that was.
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The only thing there to keep her from falling.

To Pyro, it was all poetic. Ironic, but poetic all the
same.

He could've easily loosened his grip and let her go down on the ground
tumbling, simply to show her that right now she truly was under his mercy and
that no matter what she thought, she needed his protection or she'd slip and
crumble.

I could let you fall, yes, but I'm not going to. He never would.

I could hurt you a little� a lot, honestly, but I�d never let you fall.

She had to realize it sooner or later. He preferred sooner, but whatever
hit her fancy. He just needed her to see it, eventually, and it didn�t really
matter when. Only needed her to see and accept it some time in the future.

If Rogue had been paying attention, she would�ve noticed the slight
change of pace in his steps � and therefore in hers, but she didn�t. He slowed
down, not much, but enough for one to sense something wasn�t the same anymore,
but she was too caught up with her own plotting to give a damn. Which, if she
had taken time to think about it further, would�ve seemed weird even to her �
how could she have trusted him so blindly, letting him guide her forward?

Pyro, however, did spot it and immediately felt his hopes raising their
chuckling heads from behind the gravestones.

Right� suddenly the level of his enjoyment came down a level or two.

�So, what now,
smart-ass?

He had been thinking about a table, but whose table?

Where the hell was he supposed to take her now that he basically had her
on a short, tight and very leathery leash? After catching a butterfly such as
this one, there was no way in hell anyone would let such beauty go back into
the wild, unknown to humankind.

Oh, Jesus, that sounded wrong. Why? Oh, right, right, he�d never given a flying fuck about humankind. Like ever.

Well, just the same, as long as he got his point across the nations all
was good.

Fuck. A frustrated look twisted his face for a passing moment, made him
want to let out a deep, growling sigh, but fearing Rogue would catch on things
if he did, he simply forced his eyes to stare the street in front of them. He
swallowed the sigh, with a curse already on his lips. Fine, admittedly, he
didn't always think his plans through that carefully and every once in a while
he found himself doing exactly what he was doing now; literally cursing his
temper for leading him into complicated situations that always promised
trouble.

Well, to his defense, he had always believed in the old saying about
spontaneity being the great road to brilliance. Or was it brilliant things? No,
wait, was that even truly an old saying or just something he had come up with?

Fuck that.

What did it matter? The point was that spontaneity had brought a great
deal of trouble with it� which, Pyro chuckled, should�ve been a good thing like
it usually was. Well, he did love trouble.

And Marie?
Yep, he mused with a dark smirk, she was definitely trouble. He could just
tell.

Hell, that explained why it was her fault, did it not?

He glanced over his shoulder with face on basic readings again, to take
yet another look of his little companion without having to fear of her grasping
his thoughts.� Turned out he didn�t have
to worry about that one, as she simply stared the cement plates without taking
her eyes off of them for a second, mind obviously occupied with some thoughts
he imagined involving that fucking Drake.�

Pyro could see, inside his head, thousands little moving images of Bobby
and Rogue, lying in bed, kissing, touching, naked skin against sweaty flesh� so
how does it feel, Marie, how does it feel to have something so fucking cold? Something so cold when you could�ve so very easily gotten something
different� something powerful, raw, sensual. Like you.

And the only thing he could think about after that, until Rogue broke
the silence by her next move, was that what the little mutant girl needed, wasn�t Bobby and his ice, not by far.

Because true passion, as established, it needed fire.

0000

It had been over 20 minutes or so that they had spent walking forward in
the nearly empty street (if you didn�t count the occasional stray cats that
every other second followed them for a few minutes in hope of getting some
food), both locked into the deep tunnels of their darkened minds and not
bothering to share.

Rogue hadn't said a single word yet, though she had been highly tempted
to start screaming and struggling. The only reason she didn�t even want to try
what would happen if she did, was that she knew this mutant well enough to
realize she�d endanger lives by doing so. He�d hurt anyone, be it child or an
adult that dared to step into her aid� not that there had been anyone out there
to actually to perform the said act, so.

The next best thing she could come up with was to insult him, hurt him,
but she thought better of it. As if that had actually helped her somehow, you
know. Not really.�

Besides the fact she had nothing else to say - there was nothing that
would make Pyro magically vanish - she also figured the pyromaniac would assume
she was just suffering from some sort of initial shock or fear that prevented
her from trying anything. While she absolutely hated the idea of letting him
live believing she was afraid of him
(God, she wanted to puke just thinking about it, or crawl his eyes out, one of
the two), she reasoned it was her best way out of it, away from him. If he
thought she was scared, too damn scared to do anything at all, little less put
up a fight; then he surely didn�t expect her to tempt an escape, either.

But an escape it was that she tempted.

Sharpening her human (why did
the word bite her tongue like that, hurting, drawing blood?) senses, she came
to the conclusion Pyro was nowhere near realm Earth. He was trying to shield it
from her, obviously, but the voice inside her ear, echoing, echoing, echoing,
it told her he was weak now.

Rogue, she remembered how she had used to be so good when it came to
reading his moods, knowing and recognizing them by simply standing next to him.
Even with closed eyes, she could feel his mood. It was the way the air
vibrated, the way his body radiated sending waves that only her censors could
detect. Above anything, she hated admitting it, that there was this weird,
unbreakable connection there� connection that she was ashamed of. She couldn�t
do anything about it and in fact, she would�ve gladly jumped at an opportunity
to get rid of it.

Bobby had always joked about it, how she could only by glancing at his
direction once or twice say exactly what was going through his head. Pyro,
known more officially as John at the time, never admitted she had �guessed�
right, but dismissed the whole conversation with a wave of hand if anyone ever
came to inquire his mood.� Sometimes
Bobby got curious though and at first Rogue had pretended she had no idea what
he was talking about. That they were lucky guesses. After awhile she had decided
to change the story and after that her explanation was that it was all due that
one time she had accidentally touched him during class.

That, being good at reading his moods, though, was before the sarcastic
boy had learnt to build even stronger walls around his insides and she had been
coldly left outside. Still, there were some things even he couldn�t keep locked
no matter how he tried, no matter how much time had gone by since that
essential touch. Maybe, because it was so much more than just physical�

The truth was the link had always been there even before their skins had
met ever so briefly, but at the time, it had been like a dormant feature in her
DNA, sleeping in its hideaway and waiting for the prince charming to kiss it
awake. The touch had been that kiss, the needed catalyst that eventually
sparked the connection to its full intensity.

Having the infamous John Allerdyce inside her head for a whole day had
been somewhat enlightening experience, but not the kind she�d wanted to repeat
any time soon. All the pain and anger, all that consuming hatred, which had
made her especially bitchy and mean for the rest of the day, it had been too
much for her to handle� too much. Then, when she had been forced to do it again
to save the police men stupid enough to come too close in Boston, it had taken
even longer to rid his essence from her mind, from her dreams. Sometimes she
could still feel him there, just like she could feel Wolverine and Bobby, only
his voice was always the smoothest, always the strongest.

Bobby� Rogue, she loved Bobby; all she wanted a connection, this strong
mental link with him, not with a lunatic killer, who couldn�t tell right from
wrong. That was the only thing she remembered wanting, ever, just him. That was
what had driven her to take the Cure. It was ironic how the most important
decision of her life had been done in order for her to come closer to Bobby and
in the end it could be their end. If Pyro was right� no, he�s not right. They
will understand!�

And with all this, with all the racing thoughts spinning around in her
head, arousing a headache that could�ve been described more like as a volcano
erupting, she decided it was time to get away. Get away from him, from this
situation, and go back to the people with whom she belonged.

Back to Bobby.

First, trying to keep their current pace not to alert him in anyway, she
snatched her arm free from the firm hold and without staying to watch how he
turned around, amazed, she ran. By doing this, she failed to see how his
expression changed from amazed into expectant and then, frustrated.

0000

If there was something Pyro hated, it was unexpected surprises. It was
one thing to come to face an expected surprise because then at least, you had
seen it coming. Sort of.

He'd not seen this one coming, which made it a fucking unexpected
surprise. Why hadn't he, seriously?

Pyro had assumed she�d fight� really, he wanted her to fight, yeah, but
he had never, not once, said anything about having to run after the bitch.

He sighed, before drawing in a deep breath, trying not to kick the wall
next to him. Just breathe and calm down.

God, she was still running. That was just evil.

Fuck. He hated running, damnit! But nevertheless he started to run,
faster, faster than never before in his life, calling after her, demanding her
to come back to him or she'd suffer the consequences. And it's not gonna be
pretty, Marie, it's gonna make you cry and you'll beg, you'll beg for me to
stop and you know what I'll say? Wanna know what I'll say, huh?

Yeah. He hated running, but at least, for the first time he saw
something worth the nuisance.

When she'd ask why, he'd say...

You brought it on yourself, Marie.

A/N:

TBC in the third part. Thank you so much for
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